Well, I am
back in El Salvador. When I left last year, everybody asked me when I was going
to come back. The little boys were in tears. What could I do? So I have come
for another eight-week stay, to teach English and enjoy the company of these
lovely people. Francisco picks me up at Comalapa Airport and brings me to his
place. I move back into his little casita and settle in nicely. The
swimming pool has suffered some mysterious ailment and is empty, but other than
that, everything is the same. I go to Misaelís house where the family greets me
like a long-lost cousin. I tell them their house is mi segundo hogar and
I am delighted to be sitting talking with them again. Both Misael and Felipeís
English have improved noticeably since I first met them and they are dead keen
to learn even more. They also promise to help me improve my Spanish while I am
here.